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Thank
you so very much for coming over to visit with me late yesterday
afternoon, lovely baby-blond. Folks, my Lightning was very
beautiful, inconceivable lovely colors and designs.
I
love my wonderful lightning more than my life a billion times
over. She knows this, don't you baby-blond?
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015
©
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
HALLS
WALLS,
CHAPTER
94
WITH OR WITHOUT CALLIO'S A&R
ASTRAL FLOWERS.
Well
wonderful people, it is a wee bit cooler this morning and the
forecast high is only for the low eighties. Let us hope for
meteorological accuracy. Here is the PIP with date and time and
basic local weather for this blogger's area. You can always reset
for national weather and other locations by typing your own zip
codes in, or just download that super great APP, TWB.
Don't
get me wrong folks, I know one must learn to laugh at life on many
various dark times throughout the journey. I just know that I
could never do what we all know I am saying here, in so far as
that wonderful movie in 2009 and the stair chase. We all know on
my first two or three years or my first blogmester if you will
allow another Poor-Richard added word; I told of the wild
hyperspace interactions where I witnessed this near exact thing.
Well,
I can laugh a little bit, just not as well as wonderful great
Mariah. All of her fans everywhere need to really know just how
much incredible crap she overcame, and is part of what led her to
being the great pop diva that we all know and love.
Anyone
anywhere can disbelieve anything. That never takes too much mental
power, let alone much positive imagination to see aspects of
reality not always present yet in the time-illusion. Just as
sensitive people can walk into a room and know a lot of things
about many of those other folks in that room, you know, the
Patrick Jane Mentalist sort of stuff. They all think it is just
amplified people skills that I have come to shorten into APS, or
the other or shorter APPS, see I have humor, and I can laugh,
Mister McNulty. I just wonder where th humor is in what all of you
did to me back in the old days, that all led up to all of this
nightmare hell. Real real real funny, right beautiful Ingrid?
          
HA-HA-HA-HA-FUNNY-FUNNY-FUNNY.
I
love that cool TV ad-spot where they say, “Flowers are for
girls”. Or actually a young teen dude's mom says this to her son
following his mild objection to being around flowers. That is
until he sees this little teen goddess out across from his yard,
looking at them, and cannot wait to run out to see his 'flowers'.
Yeah, he wants flowers all right, or a similar type of soft stuff
growing not in the ground. Hey, I am not trying to put our minds
into the sewers of France, but I do wish to make a quick point
here. When I blog in a pink font, it is for a reason. Ed Lynch
could think only surface stuff, another PP. If I do anything that
seems questionable, oh Mountainpen is gay or he is this or that or
whatever. But try for once, great folks, to see Morianity and the
nightmare tale that it truthfully tells to you; and instead of
picking up on only a few things that maybe pertinent to you and
only you, try to digest it all once in a while and you will see
things come alive. You will see why I am forced to always see the
time whenever it is eleven minutes past eleven or one, day or
night, four times a day, and rarely get to see th eonly two times
where five shy of six in the morning and early evening, it is
5:55. Morianity is not gibberish from the magical thinking of the
mentally ill schizophrenic psych text, written by at best, cold
hearted ego inflated doctors who have epitomized god-complexes
themselves and need more couch time than many other folks. /That
is by the way, a true statistic about the head shrink industry.
They rank high in the percentile of all careers in th estudy done,
for suicides and even seeing other head shrink doctors. Great huh,
they can all get together and compare notes eventually, literally,
on how to make us all believe we are insane, and then get rid of
those who do not agree with their almighty Macy Court movies,
psychiatry. I do not mean to go on and on, you get the picture.
THE
WONDERFUL (TWB), SHARED BY ME,
THE
MOUNTAINPEN (BOM).
All
Photos
APRIL
28, 2015,
TUESDAY
MORNING AT 8:21,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 73 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-----(H-73/L71-).
HUMIDITY
IS 94%, FEELING LIKE 77.
WIND
IS CALM, WITH A TINY N GUST TO 4.
ALL
THESE WEATHER STATS ARE SHARED BY THE BOM OR THESE BLOGS, AND THE
SOURCE IS THE WEATHER BUG, (TWB). BLOGS
OF
MOUNTAINPEN.
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Now
this friend of Gawky Gaukauk and I, wish to share a small discussion,
with the blogaud of Morianity. Thank you for your interest.
YES
I REALLY DO HAVE QUESTIONS OF YOUR PAL, THE GREAT AND POWERFUL (GAP)
SIR GAWKY GAUKAUK.
WELL,
TO QUOTE YOUR OLD COOLEY HALL PAL BRUCE, TO HIS OLD TORMENTER, BOB
MCDOWELL, DECADES AGO; “YEAH, NOW WHAT DO YOU WANT?”
IT
IS JUST THAT DAM GAWKY KNOWS SO MUCH, AFTER-ALL, HE IS ANASTRAL-PALNE
PANTHAR, AND A POWERFUL PROFESSOR AND GURU AT THE GREAT TECK-BY
SCHOOL OF MYSTERY, THE GREATEST SCHOOL LIKE THAT, IN TH EENTIRE
PROVINCE OLYMPIA. MANY COME FROM AS FAR AWAY AS FOUR PROVINCES TO
ATTEND THIS PLACE AND TO BE IN GAGA'S CLASS. SO HOW DID YOU MEET
GAWKY. WAS IT FROM THE TECK-BAY SCHOOL, OR DID YOU KNOW HIM FROM
OTHER CONDITION-INTERACTIONS OF THE GREAT ENDLESS PURGATORY, GREAT
TANSTALKER-55?
WHAT
YOU ARE, IS A TOTAL BUTTWIPE, THERE MOUNTAINPEN-HUMAN, OF THE WAKING
WORLD. WHY THE 20 QUESTIONS, MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW?
DON'T
GET ALL HOSTILE KITTY, OR I'LL KICK YOUR BOWL OF FUCKING CAT FOOT
INTO THE CURB FOR THE RATS AND THE RAVENS. I NEED TO KNOW SOME
THINGS, SO GET ON THE CONNECTOR AND HOOK UP TO THE LIBRARIAN AT THE
TECK-BAY MYSTERY SCHOOL, AND ASK GAGA-PROF A FEW QUESTIONS FOR ME,
YO.
LISTEN
UP THERE, MOUNTAINPEN-HUMAN, YOU TWAT LICKING SHIT. IF YOU TOUCH MY
DAM CAT BOWL, I'LL SCRATH YOUR FUCKING ASS EYES OUT OF YOUR HEAD.
MAYBE IF YOU ARE GOOD, AND YOUR LIGHTNING GODDESS TELLS ME NEXT TIME
I RUN INTO HER, THAT YOU ARE BEING GOOD; THEN I WILL TALK TO
GAGA-KITTY FOR YOU AND GET SOME OF YOUR QUERIES RESPONDED TO, YO YO
YO YO YO YO.
YOU
HAVE JUST ENJOYED THE DISCUSSION BETWEEN GAWKY'S PAL TANSTALKER,
AND MYSELF. I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS. IT WILL CONTINUE AS OTHER BLOG
CHAPTERS FOLLOW ON. THERE IS NO LIMIT TO WHAT I CAN DO EVENTUALLY,
YOU KNOW, MORE ''CHARACHTERS''
AND
MORE DIALOGUE. WHY THE WORD ''IN PURPLE ABOVE'' REFUSES TO CAPITOLIZE
LIKE THAT OTHER HACK WITH FREEDOM OF ''SPEECH'' AND SPEECH INSISTING
ON SWITCHING TO SMALLS, I CAN NEVER KNOW, IT IS JUST ASSHOLES BEING
THEMSELVES, HACKING THE BLOGS. WEIN?
THANK
YOU DIANA FOR COMING OVER AGAIN. LOVELY GIRL. IT IS RAINING AGAIN, A
LIGHT DRIZZLE, COMPARED TO YESTERDAY'S DOWNPOUR FOR A SHORT WHILE.
NOW
THIS IS WILD, SUDDENLY THE WORD THAT SWITCHED BACK TO SMALLS,
CAPITALIZED, ALL BY ITSELF.
There's
no use crying over spilled milk and burned pizza.
And
that's just reality, son!
No
Stacey for me, huh old business partner, and lousy stinking Mount
Construction Company of Berlin, New Jersey, USA.
No
Stacey for me, huh old business partner, and lousy stinking Mount
Construction Company of Berlin, New Jersey, USA.
No
Stacey for me, huh old business partner, and lousy stinking Mount
Construction Company of Berlin, New Jersey, USA.
No
Stacey for me, huh old business partner, and lousy stinking Mount
Construction Company of Berlin, New Jersey, USA.
No
Stacey for me, huh old business partner, and lousy stinking Mount
Construction Company of Berlin, New Jersey, USA.
No
Stacey for me, huh old business partner, and lousy stinking Mount
Construction Company of Berlin, New Jersey, USA.
No
Stacey for me, huh old business partner, and lousy stinking Mount
Construction Company of Berlin, New Jersey, USA.
No
Stacey for me, huh old business partner, and lousy stinking Mount
Construction Company of Berlin, New Jersey, USA.
No
Stacey for me, huh old business partner, and lousy stinking Mount
Construction Company of Berlin, New Jersey, USA.
No
Stacey for me, huh old business partner, and lousy stinking Mount
Construction Company of Berlin, New Jersey, USA.
No
Stacey for me, huh old business partner, and lousy stinking Mount
Construction Company of Berlin, New Jersey, USA.
No
Stacey for me, huh old business partner, and lousy stinking Mount
Construction Company of Berlin, New Jersey, USA.
No
Stacey for me, huh old business partner, and lousy stinking Mount
Construction Company of Berlin, New Jersey, USA.
No
Stacey for me, huh old business partner, and lousy stinking Mount
Construction Company of Berlin, New Jersey, USA.
No
Stacey for me, huh old business partner, and lousy stinking Mount
Construction Company of Berlin, New Jersey, USA.
Psychologist????
Are
we all fired yet, CUZZ Don? Oh that wonderful old Macy-Bunch.
Psychologist????
Are
we all fired yet, CUZZ Don? Oh that wonderful old Macy-Bunch.
Psychologist????
Are
we all fired yet, CUZZ Don? Oh that wonderful old Macy-Bunch.
Psychologist????
Are
we all fired yet, CUZZ Don? Oh that wonderful old Macy-Bunch.
Psychologist????
Are
we all fired yet, CUZZ Don? Oh that wonderful old Macy-Bunch.
Psychologist????
Are
we all fired yet, CUZZ Don? Oh that wonderful old Macy-Bunch.
Psychologist????
Are
we all fired yet, CUZZ Don? Oh that wonderful old Macy-Bunch.
Psychologist????
Are
we all fired yet, CUZZ Don? Oh that wonderful old Macy-Bunch.
Psychologist????
Are
we all fired yet, CUZZ Don? Oh that wonderful old Macy-Bunch.
It's
a miracle on any street; how this world goes on, being so twisted and
screwed up. Still, the NYC 34th
Street, Mister Macy? MC's program in 2008 was all filled with those
two digits of '3' and '4'. Too much 2:08 Melanie song coincidences
for me to buy into folks, sorry. Just being straight with you all.
3+4=7
3X4=12
7+12=19
7X12=84
I
am not saying that July 12, 1984 was particularly unusual. But 1984
was, and so was July 12 on two dates, first in 1970, and then 27
years later in the summer time of 1997. No I won't tease your
wonderful song, MC. I think all of your music is beyond great, and
will always be one of your biggest fans. BUTTTTTTTTTT, you really
can;t fault me for seeing that all of this indeed did happen to you
and let me tell you the math-odds of this being just a random series
of things that all went down. And yes, I am skilled in statistical
mathematics, you can ask the U of P to put you in touch with
Professor Deturch there, he will tell you this. The odds, MC, are one
in forty-one point seven mine three five, quadrillion, TO ONE, that
this cannot be all a big coincidence. Say hi to LT for me if you run
into her.
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 94
Jerry
Heitzmann, Frank Callio, and David Roth, all fit together in several
wild and weird ways. Still, if I am honest with myself, I can do this
same thing with groups of many others never talked about in nearly
ten years of blogs, hence, it would be meaningless to go there with
any of you.
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I
JUST LOVE COMPUTERS AND INTERNET, HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
HA HA HA HA HA HA AHA AHA MIKE MCNULTY.
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WEEEEEEEEEEEE
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!
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